InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bloom to Perish ❯ Chapter 3

Disclaimer: In no way do I own Inuyasha, nor make a profit off this piece of fanficiton.

 

A/N: WARNING the beginning of this chapter is a lime. I might however be persuaded with enough requests to turn it into a full blown lemon. *shrugs* Anyways you have been warned. Do enjoy and please rate and review.

 

Chapter Three

(flash back)

“Do as you wish,” his only reply, one he'd often given her in her times of decision. It was after all her own choice what came next, if it would come to a pause at only something so harmless as a kiss or the full rapture of her claiming. His body held tight, he could feel the pulsing of his unheralded desires, but in all things he controlled his being, not the other way around. He was master here, but he would do as he bid, and let her continue as she so wished, her control only an illusion till the moment was right.

 

So very delicate at first she was, gently exploring his contours, nibbling and experimenting with the textures of his flesh, embedding the feel of him in her memories. A giddy sense of boldness had come into her at merely even being allowed to touch him so intimately, with a faint giggle she ran her tongue across the magenta strip tracing his high cheekbone, marveling at the smoothness beneath the fleshy digit. Her delicate features were softened but at the same time set into serious lines of concentration as she experimented with her hands, her lips and her tongue across the defining features of his face.

Golden orbs fluttered closed, allowing her to run her tongue ever so lightly across the darker strip outlining the rim of his eyelid. Suppressing the urge to growl at the slowness of her teasing he raised a hand lightly trailing long fingers and claws up along her naked side, invoking a shudder and a deeply exhaled sigh from her small mouth. It was a careful movement, only a fluttering caress over such a delicate form. But he never grew bolder than that, for the moment, only lightly tracing along her ribs to spur her further to more.

 

“Do you see me now, Sesshoumaru-sama?” it was a trembling whisper, genteel in it's query as small hands fisted the front panel of his kimono and began to pull the double layered shirts apart and off his broad shoulders. His mokomoko easily enough shifted off to cling to the smooth flesh of his arm after the carefulness of her progression. He could not see the beatific smile overtake her dainty mouth as her lips blazed a trail of sweetly unsullied kisses along the fine line of his jaw. Again those slow torturous experimentations as if through tactile input alone she'd forever emblazon every minute detail of himself into her own being.

 

Almost involuntary he canted his head slightly to the side, silently giving her permission to trail hot lips and wet tongue down over his throat. A submissive gesture, even if only an illusionary one as he laid the palm of his hand flat against the curve of her ribs ventured further upward with his own teasing caress, skirted the very edge of her small and pert breasts. He was quickly rewarded with a faint mewling from his ward as her mouth found that dip in his throat between the juncture of his collarbone. Lavishly she dipped her tongue into it, diddled it lightly and then more deeply.

 

Fine lines of electricity dancing along his nerves, demanded he shiver pleasurably with the stimuli but no visible movement shown but for the slow inhale of his breath, a lock of silvery hair cascading reverently over his face and down over the bareness of his left shoulder. Alabaster flesh shone in the moonlight filtered through the windows, glinted with an unearthly hue. It washed the harsh contours of his angular features into softened lines, made the effeminate handsomeness more ethereal and unreal in the false light.

 

She'd managed to slip both layers of his vestments away with little effort, the silk hushed in the silence of the room as it drifted away to the floor. Somewhere in all the movement, her tiny hands had worked loose the knots and ties of his sash, leaving only his hakama. Despite the looseness of the fabric, his arousal at each of her touches was apparent. It dug almost painfully into her body where she pressed herself so eagerly the firm and hardened line of his own lithe form.

 

Soon even the last of his clothing lay forgotten in a haphazard pile where it'd been casually tossed off to the side. Her lips continued to blaze a trail down his chest, a small pink tongue meekly testing the texture of one nipple, drawing it to a tight peek and teasing with a nip before moving on to pay homage to the next. A low growl crawled from deep within his throat, vibrated through his chest and drew a startled gasp from the onna as she lowered herself to her knees before him. Curious fingers delicately caressed the path of silvery hair leading from just below his navel and further down to the proud and fully erect proof of her carnal ministrations.

 

Reaching with a steady clawed hand, his fingers ran light over her scalp, entwined within the locks of her raven tresses as she turned her face up in undemanding awe and deep set admiration. The roundness of her doleful eyes glittering and shining liquid pools of piety and eternal worship to him and him alone. The smile that curled her small mouth burned an emotion fathomless and unexplainable into his heart, resonated through his body with a feral calling. Such utter and complete devotion, such pride and innocence, such guileless love she shown solely to him, her Lord, her lover and protector.

 

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(present)

Drawing back and away from the visions of the past, he pulled his mokomoko more tightly about him, his single hand caressing down its length in comfort just as she'd always adored doing. He could not forget the image of her in supplication; it bore into his mind, forever in testimony to the impressions she'd left within him. It was one among many of her seemingly innocent displays that would brand into his memory for a long time to come, perhaps never to leave.

 

His passions though were fast cooling as the air drew over his form from the open window, brought the chill of winter into his bones and raised the taste of death warmed over to the back of his tongue were it lay heavy and cloying as new memories raised and turned in his mind. It all mixed with the wanton appeals of her flesh, so many more nights of ravenously explored delights to never been tasted again.

 

Drawing into a sitting position a faint sigh could be heard to leave the Daiyoukai's mouth as he drew up a leg in graceful repose and draped his hand lazily over it. Elegantly elongated fingers stretched, sharpened claws clicking vaguely before falling into breathless silence. The stillness settled into the whole of his poised posture as his head turned with the same languid refinement that seemed to be prevalent in the very air of the room.

 

Nothing moved through the amber and gold depths of his eyes, no spark of recognition, no longing for what once was. Even down to what should have been the windows of his soul he remained indifferent, the regally born mask setting into smooth and ethereally handsome features. It was not that he couldn't feel, sure enough the emotions were there somewhere within him, only barricaded so tightly behind walls of stone and metal and bone and magic that only he could break such arduously persistent locks.

 

But contrary to ningen belief youkai were not heartless, in all truth they could feel more ferociously than any human could boast. Their emotions were wild, unkempt, bordering on savage and sometimes even simplistic in nature for those of lesser blood if not kept in tightly honed control. Not so fleeting and shifting as a mortal heart but unconfined and unfettered when allowed to roam out of control. Thusly the facades, the cruel and aloft faces hidden behind indifferent eyes, the discipline of supremacy over the weakness of humans taught to even the lowest of youkai kind.

 

The paleness of his skin shone in the fading light of the moonlight, genteel beams arching and dancing over the supple fabrics of her comforter, giving new life to the rich browns that glimmered like her eyes. A slight tilt of the head and a subdued falling of heavy lids closed his senses to the reminder of those orbs he'd never again see physically. Pulling on his other senses he could feel the dawn approaching, smell the atmosphere spiraling away from the heaviness of night and bringing a faint promise of rain.